Now that I find
myself with some time to kill, I find myself re-watching some old gems that I
loved as a kid. But to label the Lady in White as a rewatch would be a lie as I
never did get to see the end, or even the middle.
This aired one Christmas Eve when I was small. And despite my loud protests I was sent to bed to await sleep and Santa’s visit. (Granted, the excitement of Santy did outweigh my disappointment over not being able to watch the whole film.) I was sent to bed with a glass of milk and a desire to finish the story of the lady in white in my head.
This is the thing with imagination. Your own is always better!
This aired one Christmas Eve when I was small. And despite my loud protests I was sent to bed to await sleep and Santa’s visit. (Granted, the excitement of Santy did outweigh my disappointment over not being able to watch the whole film.) I was sent to bed with a glass of milk and a desire to finish the story of the lady in white in my head.
This is the thing with imagination. Your own is always better!
